To the Tune Of A Screaming Child

That thing lost,

unknowingly lost

When concentration

Train of action

Interrupted

That thing misplaced

Mid return

Neither there

Nor where

It belongs

I see it now

Setting there

Precariously

Teetering

At eye level

Eureka!

I now remember

setting it down,

hurriedly,

to the tune

of a screaming child.

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